Chapter 823

When they first arrived at the plateau, the most taboo was to do intense sports immediately. The party didn't go anywhere else. After turning the Sutra wheel in the park, they strolled around the ancient city.

Half of the ancient city was burned down in a fire at the beginning of the year, but the remaining half and the surrounding primitive meadows and streams were enough to make them marvel and rejoice.

Playing leisurely, I met many hikers who came all the way. They gathered together and found a restaurant recommended by local people to pack three tables.

The table here is like a tea table, almost as high as the chair, which is more convenient for drinking and chatting.

As soon as the food was served, the restaurant owner and the Tibetan waiter sang a song to toast. This is the local table culture. Singing to persuade people to drink, drinking wine as water, eating is not important, and excitement is the goal.

The boss opened his mouth and sang. The lyrics were all made up without repetition. Although he couldn't understand the Tibetan language, the affectionate voice couldn't help but make people get up. No matter what he sang, he had to drink up the highland barley wine in the cup.

After Ling Qingyu drank a cup, her eyes were so bright that the men around her were afraid. When she and Hua Dong shouted loudly to come again, she grabbed her glass.

To show that they were not disrespectful to their hosts, Yang Zhao and Yan San directly poured the wine into the sea bowl and said with a smile, "she just came to the plateau. If she drinks too much, she's afraid of reaction. We'll drink it for her." A word fell, and the two people took the bowl and drank the wine in the sea bowl in one gulp.

The boss raised his thumb to the two people, and without speaking, he began to sing. This time in Chinese, it was a toast song.

After singing three songs in a row, they accompanied sanhaiwan and made everyone in the store cry well.

The boss was even more happy. As soon as he wanted to sing again, he saw the blonde foreigner on the table holding up the wine bowl and singing.

It's the lyrics he just sang. Unlike the boss's thick voice, Su Mu's voice is clear and high, and the same lyrics sing a thrilling aftertaste.

"Good!" The boss shouted, picked up an empty bowl, poured it full and drank it dry.

As soon as they came and went, the boss simply sat at their table and exchanged glasses with the crowd. The songs and laughter were intertwined, and the sound of clinking glasses and persuading people to drink rose everywhere. Soon, a group of people were as warm as old friends for many years.

Not comparable to the men's drinking capacity, Tao Zhuo, who sang and danced together in the excitement, fell first, followed by ostriches, and then Fang Dong, who had never seen such a place more crazy and unbridled and almost danced strip.

Although there are men to help block the wine, but such a lively scene, how can Ling Qingyu's urination be stopped? He Huadong and Hua Dong have been drinking too much for a long time. They took off their shoes and danced a gypsy dance on the dinner table to the accompaniment of Zhou Ziqing knocking on the bowl.

Although it was cold on the plateau, the ladies who loved beauty still wore thick hand-made long skirts outside the tight pants. When Hua Dong bought them himself, she also bought lingqingyu as a gift for her. The two danced excitedly and cheerfully, and they kicked their legs with their hands hooked on the rhythm knocked out by the crowd. The gorgeous long skirts fluttered like butterfly flowers, attracting the roar of applause like thunder.

When Ling Qingyu is drunk, you don't want to stop her. The more you stop it, the more tricks it makes. Men all have this consensus. They can only quickly take away the dishes and chopsticks on the table, carefully surround the table to protect them from falling down, don't step on those bowls and get cut, look at her bright eyes as stars full of joy, look at her dancing out of vitality, and don't feel good.

"Sister, it's great! I love you! One more!" The young man on the side whistled and shouted.

Yan San got up with a dark face and hugged the man directly from the table. He pushed Hua Dong into his arms and said, "don't jump! It's hard to jump again!"

Ling Qingyu still wanted to struggle. Yan Sany pointed her finger at the sleeping point. The person who had already fainted directly fell asleep.

"Little brother, come to her too!" Holding Hua Dong's waist to things, twisting his neck to avoid Hua Dong's nine Yin white bone claws, he shouted to shadow nine around him.

"Let's jump!" Fang Dong, who had fallen, barely got up and stretched out their hands.

"Jump your head! Don't get up tomorrow!" Shadow thirteen dragged one of the two people who climbed onto the table down with one hand, and lost one to night spirit. Several people carried the person who had been drunk to the ground on their shoulders, said a statement to the rest, and hurriedly left with the person on their shoulders.

This is a plateau. They have just arrived. Although they are not nervous about playing today, they are afraid of accidents even if it is so noisy.

The boss and those young people waved goodbye to them sympathetically, and shouted loudly at their backs. They would watch the eldest sister dance tomorrow.

Yan San almost used his lightness skills to run away with people in his arms.

Who said that no young people like it when they are old!

Not long after returning to the hotel, several people vomited out, and then altitude sickness came as promised, dizziness, chest tightness and breathing difficulties.

auzw. Fortunately, Yelu was prepared early. Rhodiola Panax notoginseng brought all kinds of drugs, including several cans of oxygen cylinders, and drunken people are sleeping well. Www. 68mn.

After they vomited, Ying Jiuye's soul Meng Su helped wash Tao Zhuo's ostrich Fang and Dong Ting, filled the medicine, and gave them a room on the first floor. They should take care of the drunk people, pay attention to giving them regular oxygen, wipe them clean, and throw them directly into bed to sleep and rest to replenish their physical strength.

Xiang dongben was also a little uncomfortable (after all, he was not as old as young people), but men would not do anything to bathe Hua Dong, and he would never fake others. While the acupoint effect of Ying Jiu was not gone, he washed people clean and carefully put them on the bed, and then fed her medicine according to what ye soul taught him, and brought her an oxygen mask. Looking at Hua Dong who was still blushing and sleeping sweetly, his heart was filled with tenderness, Take off the mask and kiss her on the lip.

The lips just touched, and the hot touch was not fully felt. Hua raised his hand and slapped it on his face, then scratched his face and snorted, "annoying mosquitoes!"

She looked at her in tears and laughter, maintaining a rigid posture. After she scratched and snored slightly, she bowed her head and pressed her lips close to her lips.

Ling Qingyu was born in the south, but she was tall and plump. Hua Dongsheng was born in the north, but she was petite and exquisite. Her cherry lips were cocky and small. Even if she was angry, she was a little naive. Her apricot eyes were always misty.

Ten years ago, the girl he knew was innocent. Ten years later, even if he had been paying attention to her and knew all her experiences and information, he didn't expect her to change so much.

If she was a delicate little flower in front of the window ten years ago, now, like Ling Qingyu, she has become the Stellera chamaejasme flower that makes the grassland burn like a fire in October. It is beautiful and slightly poisonous. However, the bright, warm and unrestrained color will only make people treat the poison as honey, which is delicious.

"Hua'er," reluctantly left her lips and whispered to the East and West, "let me take care of you in the future. Don't be strong alone. Hua'er, let me be your dependence."

"Woo..." snorted and muttered a vague sentence. Hua Dong turned over and slept soundly.

He smiled at something unconsciously, shaved her nose, put on the oxygen mask for her, looked at her, and laughed contentedly.

Afraid that being hit by a acupoint would make her feel worse, Yan San went out of the restaurant and gave the acupoint to Ling Qingyu. On the way, Ling Qingyu vomited all over him, returned to the hotel and went directly to the bathroom, where they washed together.

The water rushed on him, and Ling Qingyu's fiery body wrapped around Yan San's slightly cool body like an octopus, but his hands and feet were weak, his head was also soft on his shoulder, his head was sideways, and his eyes were bright and confused looking at him.

That look is too familiar, this is the rhythm of transformation

Yan San hurried to clean her up with some helplessness. He hesitated. If he was in another place, he would let her do whatever she wanted. But this is a plateau, and she was already drunk and uncomfortable. If she played some tricks again, I don't know whether she can stand it.

"Handsome boy ~" his eyes narrowed slightly, with a color narrowed appearance. Ling Qingyu's eyes seemed to overflow with water. He kissed him heavily on the cheek and said, "give me a smile ~"

Wipe her with a towel, Yan San hugged her from the bathroom to the room, put his hand behind her, warmed her heart with his internal power, kissed her back, and smiled, "do you know who I am?"

Ling Qingyu looked at him sideways, with stars twinkling in his eyes, and grinned, "of course, you are my third!" With that, he held his head in his hands, kissed him heavily on his thin lips with a shallow smile, and said, "I'm the most handsome, coolest and cutest Yan San!"

Are you awake? Yan San looked at her suspiciously.

Ling Qingyu blinked, very innocent

This must be drunk! And it's a changed model!

It turns out that after that, what you think after changing is no longer about things here, but about me

Yan San's heart was full of pain and joy. Under the ups and downs of excitement, he immediately worked hard.

"Yan San Yan San ~ ~" his legs were directly wrapped around Yan San's waist. Ling Qingyu held his neck and rubbed his head between his neck. The call was sweet and euphemistic, and the breath with wine made his ears itch. The fire in his heart seemed to be stirred up, and immediately became a prairie fire.

Holding her, she rolled directly to the bed. Yan San's lips were just close to her red and plump lips. Looking at the seductive lips in his eyes, he saw rhodiola and Panax Notoginseng Powder on the bedside table in the corner of his eyes.

Yan San's heart was cold, forcibly took back the sweet lips she had tasted, pressed her hand that still wanted to wrap up with one hand, and picked up the medicine with the other hand. Seeing that her appearance was not honest enough to take the medicine, she first put it in her mouth, then kissed her lips, picked up the two tempting lips, and spent the medicine.

When she took all the medicine, Yan San hugged her and wrapped her around her body, gently stroking her back with one hand and massaging the acupoints on her head with the other hand, listening to her slowly calm breathing and the slow heartbeat.

The breath gently brushed his heart like the softest feather, which reminded him of Yan Qi's words of the old monk.

One Xu Mi one world, countless, thousands of worlds, maybe the reincarnation in the next life will not be in one world, but it doesn't matter, no matter where you are, no matter how many worlds and how far away you are, I Yan San can find you

Qingyu... I love you